dust untouched

sand castle

we were rulers inside our own sand castle
it wasn't the best kingdom, i dare admit,
but it was ours
ours alone.
to my heart and eyes it was perfect;
we were imperfectly crafted
with beautiful intentions
put together with a use relative strength,
molded and made stable with a shaky left hand
and a calm right hand
conscious that everything might fall apart.

you and i, we were proud of what we made
it was our empire
our place.

for quite a moment,
things felt..well, gentle
it was like the comfort
of a smooth cotton shirt
it felt right, it felt all good,
until it wasn't.

waters came, winds blew;
we were crumbling
slowly deforming
taking a new shape
walls being washed away.
our words of anger
were little earthquakes
echoing within the foundation.

but it was still our sand castle;
we weren't broken at that time,
simply bent.

forces grew stronger
high tides attacked ashore
and came a time
we were washed away
along with what remained
of our castle;
I guess it was too strong for the both of us.

is it our fault?
it could be.
it was never that our love was too weak;
it was that maybe our strengths have been drained.
maybe. maybe. maybe.

i am now drowning
within the depths
of what has broken us
of what has pulled us apart
of what has came.
(i've forgotten how to swim)

i am on the ocean floor
far away from you.
and i hope you've made it to an island.